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Even the heat-scorched sands of a Desert known as Death can harbour a thriving cradle of life. Sand Lizards and Arrow Lizards skitter up to their rocky outcrop, littered with burrows. Weary from their thirsty daily existence, they seek to retreat into their network of homes before the shattering cold of night. They are together now, secure before they challenge the overwhelming presence of the blistering sun once more in the morrow.

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Some folks have asked me why the people of Spookane will not look at the Rosemary Mansion during a nighttime windstorm. We found this in some dusty archives, and it recounts the Shroudley. "The most notorious mass murderer of our times was a Rosemary. His immaculate white robes were stained crimson as he delighted in the bloodletting of countless people. After taking countless lives, he was finally lynched in his house on the hill. But his profane soul was condemned to the vile dwelling in his hereafter, never free to roam. Unless, that is, he could lock eyes with another and single them out. This allowed him to manifest in their quarters for that night only. His tortured wailing in the wind would cause the people of the town never to look at the roof of that mansion in the night for over one hundred years. And though he comes infrequently and the tradition holds fast... there is always new blood on his hands."

A city pregnant of its own filth, desolate piles of rot hidden behind a sparkling facade. And the sentries stalk the streets, always. Dissent is dealt with deadly swiftness. So all that remains are those who have deluded themselves into feeling happiness in this squalor. And this hate filled city will give birth to the end.

When civilization abandons its machinations, nature's succession is quick and striking. But one scavenger-hunter takes on a nomadic lifestyle. Trying to find the remnants of the civilization it had come to rely on. A small vagabond in a bigger world. It is compelled to roam further, enticed by its new independence and the raw wilderness of the renewed land around him. So maybe tomorrow, it'll want to settle down. Until tomorrow, it'll just keep moving on...

It's important to brush your teeth! But singular focus on one aspect of self-improvement means that you will find yourself out in the cold, even your focal point betraying you. And the insanity will overtake you, you can not afford to maintain your minty habit. Winners don't just do toothpaste, they use rulers as well.

Do not feel sorry for the malignant figure of the Putrid Moldyman. It's not like he feels sorry for your unfortunate cleanliness. Please leave the preconceptions at the door. This creature revels in filth but is not necessarily rotten of character. Give a guy a chance, yes?